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“Why not?” He fought to hang onto his control

“Just didn’t get around to it” She walked over to the bag, opening and peeking inside

Brock was distracted fro in whenever he liked He watched her eyes widen, her face flush as she glih to speak Closed Opened again Finally, she claaze to hier over the locks dissolved Fuck it, he could fix the locks himself

“What’s for dinner?” He wasn’t about to give her the chance to refuse hi is for later””

She blinked, a little shocked A little confused “Chicken from KFC I don’t cook much”

He sh, hon My favorite pieces”

Sarah gave an unladylike snort “Not the piece I was thinking about, but whatever”

“I have to shower” He patted her rear in payment for her remark then headed for the shower

Brock watched Sarah stoel’s face mutinous, her curvy body stiff and tense as she washed the few dinner dishes, cleaned off the table, ignored the innocent-looking paper bag in the center of it, then swept the floor He leaned against the doorframe; his arms crossed over his chest, his broered into a frown that he knew could intinored hi

Not that he had expected her to accept this without a fight Hell, he may even end up on her shit list for all time, but he didn’t think he would He had seen the flare of curiosity in her eyes, the spark of arousal before her body stiffened and she beca

He hid his grin She could put the stubborn on better than any woman he knew or heard tale of But he could be just as determined; she would find that out quickly

“You should have got the locks changed after you got home from work”

Brock worried about this Mark thing Her ex-husband didn’t seeo

“I’ll get it done” She washed her hands in the sink after sweeping the non-existent dust into a dustpan and tapping it into the garbage can “I’ll call in the ”

“Sa instead,” he told her “I trust hiht with those locks he ordered this ”